FaithsRose said
Early morning jog? I've drafted a post of Luna doing the same >.>...Spooky xD
Damn...xD Perhaps tis' fate!
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Damn...xD Perhaps tis' fate!
I replied...nothing really..worth it but uhm...yeah. XD
River
Rolling from side to side in bed, River eventually sat up and pulled his knees closer to his chest. That other day during the exercise, he would have killed several people if the whole thing wasn’t fake. It got him thinking, just what was he willing to do to protect himself and others? The thought of killing anyone was absurd but that day, he completely discarded something that had been a given for so long. The will to survive was strong enough to surpass his morals and would have made him a killer. Rubbing his forehead, River placed his naked feet on the floor and slipped into a pair of jeans and a thin black shirt before heading out early in the morning to drop down by a tree in the garden. Was he truly X-Men material if this was going to occupy his mind after each mission? He could see it in front of him, they’d call him weak willed and unable to do what’s expected of him. They’d tell him to get his shit together and understand that it’s either him or them. With a soft sigh, River lowered his head slightly, closing his eyes. He wanted to be X-Men material, what else was there? He had been training like crazy to get to that point and when eventually faced with the real thing, he preformed worse than desired. No, he shot well, he was just hesitating way too much and that would eventually get him killed.
Disappointed, River moved his head up and looked at the golden sky coloured such by the slowly ascending sun. This had been haunting him too much for his own good and needed to be laid to rest in one way or the other. A few moments later, River ascended back to his feet and leaned against the thick tree, covering his eyes at the sight of the ever rising sun. This wasn’t too unusual, waking at the dawn of light. The clock stood at five AM and he could go for more sleep but now that he was up, might as well do something with it.
A gentle smile stretched across his lips with the sunlit warmth touching his skin. Only one thing seemed appropriate right at this moment with the streets completely empty. River made his way back and moved carefully through the mansion towards his room, trying not to make too much noise as he slipped back through the door and avoided waking his roommate. He grabbed hold of his iPod and changed into a pair of tracking pants and sneakers before putting a headband on to make sure his bangs didn’t make him run into a wall. With that, River went for an early morning jog, something he realised was highly underrated.
Rolling from side to side in bed, River eventually sat up and pulled his knees closer to his chest. That other day during the exercise, he would have killed several people if the whole thing wasn’t fake. It got him thinking, just what was he willing to do to protect himself and others? The thought of killing anyone was absurd but that day, he completely discarded something that had been a given for so long. The will to survive was strong enough to surpass his morals and would have made him a killer. Rubbing his forehead, River placed his naked feet on the floor and slipped into a pair of jeans and a thin black shirt before heading out early in the morning to drop down by a tree in the garden. Was he truly X-Men material if this was going to occupy his mind after each mission? He could see it in front of him, they’d call him weak willed and unable to do what’s expected of him. They’d tell him to get his shit together and understand that it’s either him or them. With a soft sigh, River lowered his head slightly, closing his eyes. He wanted to be X-Men material, what else was there? He had been training like crazy to get to that point and when eventually faced with the real thing, he preformed worse than desired. No, he shot well, he was just hesitating way too much and that would eventually get him killed.
Disappointed, River moved his head up and looked at the golden sky coloured such by the slowly ascending sun. This had been haunting him too much for his own good and needed to be laid to rest in one way or the other. A few moments later, River ascended back to his feet and leaned against the thick tree, covering his eyes at the sight of the ever rising sun. This wasn’t too unusual, waking at the dawn of light. The clock stood at five AM and he could go for more sleep but now that he was up, might as well do something with it.
A gentle smile stretched across his lips with the sunlit warmth touching his skin. Only one thing seemed appropriate right at this moment with the streets completely empty. River made his way back and moved carefully through the mansion towards his room, trying not to make too much noise as he slipped back through the door and avoided waking his roommate. He grabbed hold of his iPod and changed into a pair of tracking pants and sneakers before putting a headband on to make sure his bangs didn’t make him run into a wall. With that, River went for an early morning jog, something he realised was highly underrated.
So now we're shipping Luna and Aurora? Auruna! xD
Exie said
Do it!!! POST! : D
Yupp, feel dat development!
FaithsRose said
Nice work :D Although...now I want to respond >.< Need to rejoin the groups see >.>
S'long as someone posts...we kinda need some activity..xD
Thank you! Alright, River and Alicia are together now, Luna is looking for Rory and Morena. That's pretty much the Art group. Torres is in the same room as me and Alicia
I am a bit confused as to who is where...I can't fully tell from the replies...
River
Soon after the bloodshed had begun, and River picked up a gun, he felt his energy quickly leak out of the open wound in his side. Once the soldiers had been dispatched in the large, open room where he had fought alongside his classmates and Professor Torres, it was time to take care of his wound. River wasn’t quite out of this battle yet, and he didn’t plan to lay down and let that wound be the end of him. Agreeing to the help that was given, River clenched his teeth at the immense pain aching through his body once Torres removed the debris and cauterised the wound. River’s body tensed, his teeth and fists clenched at the battlefield aid he was granted. No time for a hospital bed to treat this wound.
Luckily, no internal organs had been damaged. Well, there was no way to know for sure but he didn’t feel like he was falling apart on the inside and that was at least a plus. Once the wound had been closed, painfully, he’d notice how the hole wasn’t very big at all. How could so much blood come out of an opening that small? With little time to dwell, River had to get a move on. Everyone was either evacuating civilians or searching for each other and he had to do his part in looking for his friends. Once he was back in action, it was easier to move and the pain wasn’t enough to slow him down.
Preparing the assault rifle, River started towards the doorway, seeing how black goo was enveloping the fallen soldiers. This was new. "The hell’s next…?” He thought, keeping his eyes open for an impending ambush. Sure as it was, a guard appeared and pulled a sidearm at River. The assault rifle was nowhere to be seen, he was wounded and had apparently been in a battle before approaching the young gunslinger. Hoping to spare at least one life, River released a bullet aimed at the man’s gun which effectively disarmed him but the battle didn’t end there. Given the rather short distance between the two, the guard charged forth and managed to tackle River to the floor. Pulling a knife from its sheath, the soldier attempted to impale the young man but quick enough with his reflexes, River managed to hold up his hands and grabbed the man’s forearm.
“Just die, kid!” The man shouted, easily about the win the contest of strength, would it have continued. River moved his hand ever so slightly, just enough for the knife to come in contact with his skin. A duplicate appeared in his other hand and he quickly shoved it into the soldier’s throat and pushed him off. This was getting seriously heated, he needed to get his shit together and stop being so distracted. Unless he killed them, they’d kill him. No exceptions were about to come his way. Once up on his feet again, River continued down the hall, grabbed his rifle and searched for Luna who had been with him before. No wait, where was Alicia? Damn, the chaos was tearing everyone from place. After a short while, he located Alicia. Shit, was she dead!? Her body was nearly hidden, but after a short train of thought, River understood that Alicia had used her powers. Well, the best thing to do was to cover her until her mind found home again. River picked up his pace and sprinted over to Alicia’s body, kneeling down next to it and kept on guard with his rifle ready.
Soon after the bloodshed had begun, and River picked up a gun, he felt his energy quickly leak out of the open wound in his side. Once the soldiers had been dispatched in the large, open room where he had fought alongside his classmates and Professor Torres, it was time to take care of his wound. River wasn’t quite out of this battle yet, and he didn’t plan to lay down and let that wound be the end of him. Agreeing to the help that was given, River clenched his teeth at the immense pain aching through his body once Torres removed the debris and cauterised the wound. River’s body tensed, his teeth and fists clenched at the battlefield aid he was granted. No time for a hospital bed to treat this wound.
Luckily, no internal organs had been damaged. Well, there was no way to know for sure but he didn’t feel like he was falling apart on the inside and that was at least a plus. Once the wound had been closed, painfully, he’d notice how the hole wasn’t very big at all. How could so much blood come out of an opening that small? With little time to dwell, River had to get a move on. Everyone was either evacuating civilians or searching for each other and he had to do his part in looking for his friends. Once he was back in action, it was easier to move and the pain wasn’t enough to slow him down.
Preparing the assault rifle, River started towards the doorway, seeing how black goo was enveloping the fallen soldiers. This was new. "The hell’s next…?” He thought, keeping his eyes open for an impending ambush. Sure as it was, a guard appeared and pulled a sidearm at River. The assault rifle was nowhere to be seen, he was wounded and had apparently been in a battle before approaching the young gunslinger. Hoping to spare at least one life, River released a bullet aimed at the man’s gun which effectively disarmed him but the battle didn’t end there. Given the rather short distance between the two, the guard charged forth and managed to tackle River to the floor. Pulling a knife from its sheath, the soldier attempted to impale the young man but quick enough with his reflexes, River managed to hold up his hands and grabbed the man’s forearm.
“Just die, kid!” The man shouted, easily about the win the contest of strength, would it have continued. River moved his hand ever so slightly, just enough for the knife to come in contact with his skin. A duplicate appeared in his other hand and he quickly shoved it into the soldier’s throat and pushed him off. This was getting seriously heated, he needed to get his shit together and stop being so distracted. Unless he killed them, they’d kill him. No exceptions were about to come his way. Once up on his feet again, River continued down the hall, grabbed his rifle and searched for Luna who had been with him before. No wait, where was Alicia? Damn, the chaos was tearing everyone from place. After a short while, he located Alicia. Shit, was she dead!? Her body was nearly hidden, but after a short train of thought, River understood that Alicia had used her powers. Well, the best thing to do was to cover her until her mind found home again. River picked up his pace and sprinted over to Alicia’s body, kneeling down next to it and kept on guard with his rifle ready.
Sorry to see you leave...
I wonder how many we still are...
I wonder how many we still are...
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